Soothe the wicked soul inside.

Strike the chord; your son has lied.

Born of laughter, dying blind.

Play the chord, your son has lied.

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Learn to live and play the note,

Colors bright and shredded coat.

Turn around and let them see —

watch them bow to King of Dreams.

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Son of Jesse save your babe,

Dead upon the seventh day.

Sadly wait and play your chord -

Sons are taken by the sword.

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Counting stars above your head,

As much as ev'ry grain of sand—

Evr'y single one is yours,

Except the one, so play the chord.

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Weak in body, strong in soul,

Witnessed passing of the old.

Brought by fire to the lord,

Playing knowingly the chord.

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Jedidiah, Loved by Lord,

Once you also played the chord.

Wise you were, but never well—

Falling when the Temple fell.

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Blest you've been with many gifts-

Wonders, miracles, and bliss—

Never any hymns afford.

Please strike up and play the chord.

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Though it is a lonely sound,

With bitterness and grief is crowned;

Deep within is something sweet—

Something lain before His feet.

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Even though the rod we bear,

Men before us had their share.

When they suffered, still they roared

The somber chord unto the lord.